INTELLECTUAL 
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WILLIAM ADOLPHUS 
CLARK J^ ^ J 



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WILLIAM ADOLPHUS CLARICE, 



BIOGRAPHICAL NOTE. 

William Adolphus Clark was born in New Orleans, 
and is a son of the late John Clark, a former president 
of the Equitable Safety Insurance Company, Boston. 
His ancestors were Englishmen, who settled at an 
early period in New England. His mother was a 
great-granddaughter of Colonel Arthur Noble, who 
was at the capture of Louisburgh, and, with his brother, 
Ensign Francis Noble, fell at the battle of Menas, now 
Halifax, gallantly lighting the combined French and 
Indian forces, which had surprised their camp. The 
Nobles received a large grant of land from England, 
and the town of Nobleboro, Maine, was named in their 
honor. Mr. Clark was educated in the counting house 
of the late Benjamin Bangs, one of Boston's merchant 
princes, trading largely with Chili and Peru. At the 
age of eighteen he went as supercargo's clerk to 
Manila and China. At the age of twenty he was es- 
tablished in New Orleans as a commission merchant, 
and, not long after, became associated zvith William 
J. Dewey, late of the prominent firm of Andrews & 
Dezvey. In the year 1850 he went to San Francisco, 
and later was burned out in the great lire which con- 
sumed the city. Ruined, financially, he went to the 
Sierra Nevadas, and engaged in mining operations in 
and about Sonora and Shaw's Flat. From the Sierras 
he passed to Mexico and Central America. Worn out 
by many hard experiences, and a rough life not at all 
to his taste, he was summoned home at the request of 



BIOQEAPHICAL KOTE. 

his dying mother, to be with her during her last 
hours. Instead of returning to California, he entered 
upon the study of law, at Cambridge, Mass. A year 
at the Dane Law School so aggravated a nervous 
dyspepsia, which he had for some time suffered from, 
he was obliged to give up study. It was while in Cant- 
bridge he began his work of "The Learned World/' 
which work embraced in its plan a versHication of the 
circle of the sciences in their leading fundamental 
principles. His published works have been numerous, 
the two latest being "The Lost Love, and Other 
Poems/' and "Intellectual People." His writings have 
been largely satirical. 

THE PUBLISHERS. 



CONTENTS. 



PAGE 

Culture i 

Authorship 40 



INTELLECTUAL PEOPLE. 



"Ye swell as though ye had conceived some great matter; 
but, as for that which ye are delivered of, who knoweth it 
not?"— Job. 



CULTURE. 

My theme is culture, and the cultured mind, 
Which looks with pity on the common hind ; 
Assumes the air of Fortune's favored ones, 
And through this life with self-assertion runs ; 
Be mine the task, however sad to do. 
To bring my subject clearly to the view ; 
Ignoring Fear and all its trembling train, 
As I go through the classic and the vain. 



2 INTELLECTUAL PEOPLE. 

From early life I *ve loved to think how pure, 

The mountain streams romantic minds allure ; 

I \e loved to look upon the crystal clear, 

On beauty's cheek to note the beamy tear ; 

I Ve loved to gaze upon the moon's bright face. 

As she her course pursues through vaulted space ; 

I 've loved in stillness, through the breathless night, 

To watch the planets in their steady flight ; 

I 've loved to look upon the flaky snow ; 

Upon the babe's soft eyes, its stainless brow ; 

I 've loved amid the forests oft to roam ; 

I 've loved, at sea, to watch its sparkling foam ; 

I 've loved to note the dolphins at their play ; 

The twilight fade at morn and eve away ; 

And on the land, amid its fruitful fields. 

To view its charms, and all whioh harvest yields. 



CULTURE. 3 

And why ? because delicious is the sense 

Of gentle truth and sweetest innocence. 

I \e loved to think that man might be as pure, 

Through culture's care, and learning's varied store ; 

But years have swept the fond conceit away, 

I see that Virtue *s something as a play ! 

I see that goodness dwells alike with aUy 

That it *s a part of both the great and small ; 

That none are better than they ought to be, 

Or love too well, O Christ, to follow Thee ! 

Then, come sweet spirit of the art of song, 
Whose home is where there never can he wrongy 
Assist my strain and aid me to portray. 
How vice in culture holds too often sway ; 
Make clear my mind to see the human soul, 



4 INTELLECTUAL PEOPLE. 

In all its subtle working for control ; 

Give me the courage to lay bare the ways 

" The classic" take in their wild rush for praise ; 

Then shall I show unto my fellow man, 

That life is mean^ though based on culture's plan. 

When from the womb the infant moves to light, 
To grow in strength for either wrong or right. 
Came it among a race of beings true^ 
Culture would prompt it nothing vile to do ; 
But as it grows to think, to act a part, 
It gathers knowledge, and corrupts the heart ; 
While in that brain is stored vast sums of lore. 
In morals, manners, is the creature poor ; 
*T is taught the classics, natural laws acquire, 
Ethics engages, but with less desire ; 



CULTURE. 

Religion does, perhaps, excite some glow 
Of curiosity its truths to know, 
Yet, so much else there is the pride to please, 
Religion 's courted only at their ease. 
'T is Culture's 'policy the wit to wing, 
That it may soar as some alraiglity thing; 
And worship only at the shrine of pride, 
Whilst shrewdly floating on lore's sunny tide. 
The moral sense^ though trained the right to hold 
In schools and colleges, itself will fold 
In close retirement, when the mind may be 
Planning and working, vanity^ for thee ! 
The sacred rights of others are laid low ; 
Learning makes possible, directs the Uow! 
For it will do far meaner acts than those, 
Who little else than honest impulse knows ; 



6 INTELLECTUAL PEOPLE. 

That force which " common things" ennobles more, 

Than all a Bacon's genius with his lore. 

Yes, honest impulse ! that is much 3^our need, 

Ye cultured swindlers of every breed ; 

If ye have learned all languages to speak, 

Have gone through Science, and through Latin, 

Greek, 
As Pascal, learned all — all there is to know. 
But not as Pascal, bowed in solemn woe ! — 
What boots your knowledge if you love to lie, 
To cozen ignorance and laws defy ! — 
If teems your brain with polished vice, to grind 
Whoever meets with your ' ' accomplished mind " ; 
If for a debt you owe 3^ou '11 slay by art. 
Reduce through chemistry the human part, 
Then to the wave consign the mellow mass, 



CULTUHE. 7 

Concealment seeking for the crime — alas ! — 
What boots, I say, your culture, if your deeds 
Keep morals weeping — ever in its weeds. 
Yet, so it does, in cases not a few — 
Scholastic rascals ever are in view ! 
When in the bookstores, they will steal so sly 
None can detect them but an expert ej^e ; 
So, too, they '11 steal a brother author's brains, 
To lard their writings and increase their gains. 
No thieves are there so mean as such who teach 
What's well to practise, and what's well to preach ; 
Oft will their efforts stir the studious crowd 
To flattering praise, and plaudits long and loud ; 
Yet, will they sin as serves to deck their wit; 
Lie right and left, where lying seems to fit ; 
They grow in grace no faster than may suit 



O INTELLECTUAL PEOPLE. 

Ambition's ends, and all its vain pursuit ! 

Ye sons of knowledge, and ye daughters, too, 

This maj^ I say in perfect truth of 3'ou. 

Ah, well, what of it, since 't is right to be 

Guided by conscience, which is ever free ; 

Free to contract, and then expand b}- turns, 

As matters go, and classic daily learns ; 

For who, oh, icho can live by truth alone^ 

Or kiss the hand that throios to it a hone ; 

Who, human^ can his cultured head recline, 

And feel the bread he eats is bread divine ? 

Do they not know " of intellect complete,*' 

The dirtiest morals get for them their meat? 

Do they not know that classes they despise 

Are far more honest, though perhaps less wise ? 

They speak not Greek, nor Newton's Princepts k( u. 



CULTURE 

Not cultured women they, nor cultured men ; 
They cannot split the glorious right in two, 
By polished sophistr}^ as oft will you ; 
Their minds untutored in the ways of lore, 
Are barren deemed, and, as their pockets, poor ; 
Yet, many have an honest love of truth, 
You 've somewhat slighted from your early youth. 
As to 3^0 ur brain, from year to year has crept 
The learning which, alone, can make adept, 
In all those paths where figures go one icay^ 
And that as culture, right or wrong, may say, 
The cause of truth has gradual ceased to be. 
Naught but a plaything, classic, unto thee I 
I know not, I, why thus should run to seed 
The moral sense, as more the mind we feed ; 
Yet, so it is/ the knavish mostly now, 



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Bear polished intellect upon their brow ; 
Stupendous frauds, stupendous crimes abound, 
Too oft with those where cultured grace is found ! 
The petty thieves, ih^ petty vile are those, 
Linked but to poverty and all its woes ; 
Who are imprisoned, while the genteel Jcnave^ 
Oft with success will judge and jury brave. 
Crime seems to lose its dark and hideous face, 
When classic minds may wear it in Life's race. 
That this is so, e'en they who run may read ; 
Culture to culture's aid will surely speed ! 
Thus have we doved-tailed, wits in specious wrong, 
Borne by the force of sympathy along ; 
Living as best they may on doubtful law. 
Their conscience worth not e'en a wisp of straw. 
Ah, well, what of it, pray ; is it not fair 



CULTURE. 11 

That intellectual worth should have our care ? 
Be treated kindly, though in most things mean, 
So rarely just, preferring the unclean! 
But I could never see why Culture's grace, 
Should from her seat sweet justice e'er displace ; 
No less is crime, because the culprit's brain. 
Sparkles with knowledge, either sound or vain. 
I'd to the hempen give whoever kills. 
To prison send who deeds felonious wills ; 
Nor would I care how learned the felon caught. 
The more he Jcnew would sterner make my thought. 
Culture should crimes reduce and not increase, 
Should give society e'en greater peace ; 
In place of which, there is a constant dread 
Of startling outrage from the poorly fed ; 
None feel secure^ and those aufait at life. 



12 INTELLECTUAL PEOPLE 

Most fear the passions of its active strife ; 
Religion but a partial check supplies ; 
Accomplished rogues ' ' put through " what they 

devise ; 
And see no punishment for them but law 
Our courts administer — too oft but straw — - 
A dubious slippery thing, the wisest sa}', 
Damning more justice in its beaten way 
Than e'er was saved, with all its fervid glow 
Of classic lore, and ermine white as snow. 
What then are courts^ if culture does not arm 
The judge with conscience, his abiding charm? 
They are the slaughter-houses of the weak; 
Where icrong smd power dare 'gainst right to speak, 
And speak successfully by subtle art. 
Which there appears, to do its hireling part ; 



CULTURE. 13 

To gain a case, perhaps, which it should not, 
Were justice better loved and ne'er forgot. 
Lawyers will work for what they call a fee^ 
While " strictly right" is hard for them to see ; 
Their heartless arguments, on culture based, 
Too often are by legal genius graced ; 

They'll skin the client and they '11 blind the court ; 

Their wit, like other things, is easy bought ; 

If goes the case against them, let it go ; 

What cares the counsel for his client's woe ; 

His pay 's in hand ! e'er long he may appear 

Against that client^ to renew the tear ! 

These are our friends at law ; that cultured band 

Of sharp logicians, who but take our hand 

To take our purse, and often lose our rights. 

Heedless who suffers, whom their culture blights I 



14 INTELLECTUAL PEOPLS. 

Of all the mean, the dirty ways of life, 

None can exceed the bar's accursed strife ; 

Where far too many, '* sound in legal lore," 

In generous action are supremely poor. 

Once in a while a case is fairly tried ; 

The rules which govern squarely are applied ; 

But most who litigate to get their dues. 

More than one half of what they claim will lose ! 

These nohle classics, these high cultured *' swells," 

Against society their wit impells ; 

And that which should to all a shield be found, 

By wit is broken, trampled to the ground ! 

The law, which every one should highly prize, 

The greater part have reason to despise! 

Their rights uncertain are, they see it so. 

And look on courts as sources foul of woe ; 



CULTUJJE. 15 

They see false culture there, perverted wit, 
And meanness, often, where should honor sit ; 
They know the longest purse will win the cause ; 
And sneering say—'' such, such, are human laws." 
Oh, is it strange when intellect delights, 
To make a chaos of dear human rights. 
And jurisprudence, science so divine ! 
To gross absurdities and rules incline. 
That those " unlearned in law," but loving truth, 
Brand law sata?uc and the bane of youth ? 
Cursing the culture which makes little dear, 
While burdening Hfe with many a bitter tear — 
Oh, is it strange that sometimes they will feel, 
The sense of outrage to their bosoms steal, 
As see they learning with the devil leagued, 
Unto the false with eager footsteps speed ; 



16 INTELLECTUAL PEOPLE. 

Through which oui- world is made a fervent hell, 
Where Virtue sighs to think it here must dwell ? 
That this is so, the dullest may observe ; 
Culture does not the cause of honor serve ; 
''Well, granted that 't is thus," Atrides says, 
Who aims to figure in false culture's ways ; 
" What if the right and wrong are somewhat mixed, 
What if in law there 's much which can't be fixed ? 
Contention ever was the life of man. 
Make it ought else, O virtue, if 3'ou can ; 
The greatest pleasure, contradiction gives ; 
It is the zest, main spring of human lives ; 
What, would j^ou have a calm from day to day, 
And wear your life so stupidly away ? 
What, would you have the law so v&ry plain. 
You 've but to state your case and score your gain ? 



CULTURE. 17 

Methiiiks, 'tis better, as we have it now; 

That none with certainty the Law should know. 

Right 's but a shadow, justice but a dream, 

Law is the plaything of a wit supreme ; 

What 's low must suffer, that the high may be 

Admired the more as^ Genius, born of thee ! 

We lawyers like uncertainty, 't will drive 

The legal mind to study, and to thrive ; 

That is the source from whence our riches flow, 

That is the practice of the law, 3'ou know." 

So spoke Atrides with a bloated pride ; 

Ready, at all times he, for either side. 

A manly practice this, I must confess. 

Which mostly thrives where man 's in most distress! 

Such facts made Godwin wish no bar might be. 

To foster wrong, while. Justice, pledged to thee I 



18 INTELLECTUAL PEOPLE. 

Such facts as these made Bentham mourn the curst 
Of that black art which aims to make the worse 
Appear the better reason in the case — 
To win, hy jockeying, the legal race ! 
Such facts as these do other minds compell, 
To own that law epitomizes hell! 
Whoever has its study dared essay, 
Will think it but a comi-tragic play ; 
A bat and ball where life is knocked about, 
And men are strangely counted in and out. 
These cultured minds, so trained to split a hair, 
Split human hearts, unheeding their despair ; 
Though high their rank, their lives are often loxo, 
Less worthy they, the more, perchance, they know 
On knowledge grounded, they are seen to wait 
With legal webs, to snare some trustful pate. 



CULTURE. 19 

With mind well skilled in tahiiig in these flies, 
They are, in keeping them, well skilled, likewise ; 
They *11 eat the oyster while the shell they give 
To those who in their wicked art believe ; 
A precious set to guard the rights of man; 
Find me a baser, Atrides, if you can. 
My heart is saddened with a sense of pain. 
To see the cultured crowds so proud and vain ; 
Vain in the thought one little head can hold 
All it may study — of our world enfold ; 
Sie ^^iv^here a cheat may be successful done ; 
Measure the earth and distance to the sun ; 
Follow the lead of Blackstone and of Coke, 
Whose thin distinctions much of mirth provoke ; 
Giving to custom such an airy turn. 
That right, like smoke, doth ever seem iafirm ; 



20 INTELLECTUAL PEOPLE. 

Gazing with Newton on the vast unknown, 
Whilst thinking cutely of the things their own ; 
In part perceiving what there is of life ; 
And what will lead directly on to strife ; 
Knowing of nature but in small degree ; 
Too weak her subtleties to clearly see ; 
Vain of the nothingness of meat and drink, 
While proud to haughtiness of truths ihey think ; 
Which follies move one's common sense to cry. 
Ye cultured nincompoops^ O, haste to die ; 
The world, without you, might not be so wise, 
Nor near so wicked, nor so packed with lies ; 
If ye won't stand to manly honor fast, 
The world 's the gainer when your days have past 
No tear should fall when you are laid to rest. 
Of all things pestilent the vilest pest ; 



CULTURE. 21 

For ye have reason plumed to wing its way, 
Where craft and cunning hold triumphant sway ; 
In this yourself disgraced, dishonored God, 
Loathed when beneath, as when above the sod. 
Some of your number, I may say with pride, 
Will not, as Bacon, for the wrong decide ; 
Or let a friend be hustled to the block, 
When friendship could his prison doors unlock. 
There are, thank heaven, 'mong the learned some 

souls, 
Which honest heart and polished wit controls ; 
Harvard, Marshall, Prescott — they are names, 
Which, trumpet tongued^ this happy truth proclaims. 
But such are as the stars which shine through skies. 
Where heavy clouds oft shade them from our eyes ; 
Those clouds of sorrow, born of passions mean, 



22 INTELLECTUAL PEOPLE. 

'Mid " cultured classes" far too frequent seen. 
Where'er we turn, whatever land we see, 
Tliere knowledge seems with vice in love to be ; 
The wit of man and of the xooman^ too. 
Will more of mischief than good service do ! 
Only, as God his spirit to the heart, 
Through faith andprai/er may graciously impart, 
Can Learning's graces lead us on to act, 
Justly hy all^ in honor's rules exact. 
Ne'er could I see why Culture's force should sway 
The strong or weak from Conscience's beaten way ; 
Yet, in some graceless, godless wit, behold 
A power which does this, crafty, bad and bold ; 
And as he pleads with cunning art a cause. 
Laughs in his sleeve at jury, judge, and laws ! 
If any doubt a scoundrel at the bar 



OULTtJBB. 23 

M ay grow to be a bright and mighty star, 
And ride rough-shod o'er who shall then presume, 
To soil or pluck his waving, gaudy plume. 
To call him rightly by his name, a knave. 
Learned though he be, and amiable, and brave, — 
If any doubt this, I their pardon crave 
When I proclaim them innocents, indeed, 
Who very much a guardian's vigils need. 

To me, the learned^ who mould the times, seem wise 

Mostly and only in their own fair eyes. 

Yet, if they could and would see how it is, — 

The error rampant and the lives amiss, 

They might, perhaps, in pity at the sight. 

Resolve to shape things somewhat more aright. 

They have the power — if they had the will — 



24 INTELLECTUAL PEOPLE. 

All they affect, in rigliteons ways to drill. 
The masses look to Culture for their cue ; 
And, as they get it, wrong or right will do : 
If they perceive who lead in life, as loise. 
All training but the sensual despise, 
By which the base, the grosser passions thrive. 
And from the soul all higher thinking drive, — 
If they are made to feel a tender heart. 
Which pities suffering and takes its part ; 
Does what is possible in Christ's dear name 
To honor Him, and put who sneer, to shame, — 
If they suspect the cultured smile to see, 
To whom they bend, in love and awe, the knee ; 
And in whose name they offer prayer to God, 
Who will through Christ redeem them from tlie 
sod, — 



CULTURE. 



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If they conceive this worship all a farce^ 
And both the covenants of law and grace^ 
A sheer invention of the priests to gain 
Over the masses a despotic reign, — 
What will they do, but quickly turn to those, 
Who, " greatly learned," the Christ dwine oppose 
They will not think that can be really true 
The " finest scholars riddle through and through," 
As they believe ; while Scripture laughs to scorn 
These puny critics of vain learning bom / — 
Who beat their brains against its deathless page, 
Thinking to shatter by their truth^s great rage 
The precious lore our Scripture doth reveal, — 
The Christian's love, his happiness, his zeal ! 
But though these critics, apt at vain dispute, 
Succeed in winning whom their wit may suit, 



26 INTELLECTUAL .*EOPLE. 

Yet, all unshaken stands God's Word to-day, 
As first from sacred pens, it made its way ; 
A light and comfort to, who hold it dear 
Beyond all else — how wise, exact, sincere. 
Science can tell us of the road to wealth 
And fame — can help us get and keep our health ; 
Can well acquaint us with the laws which reign. 
Through, what of Nature, we may chance attain ; 
But short the distance we can go that way ; 
At second causes we are forced to stay. 
And when the whole of what is known to be 
" Truth proved hey ond a doubt, as all may see," 
Is massed as evidence of Reason's might — 
To that unhnown compared, how mean a sight ! 
What cause for boasting this^ of wit of man, 
When all lie Jmoics we closely, careful scan ; 



CULTURE, 27 

When, what he proves^ alas ! is nothing more 

Than as one pebble to the ocean's shore ! 

Yet will this pigmy, this inflated mite, 

So short of reason and so poor of sight. 

Set up a cry of fraud against a plan 

God has designed to bless conceited man — 

A Word Eevealed of such unnatural cast, 

(Unmatched by writings of the present, past) 

That human wit, unaided by divine, 

Would not have wrought in this so mist^ line. 

It would have worked according to its way, 

Nor taught of truth, fair Nature gives no ray ! — 

But this doth Scripture ; yet bears proof that He 

Who made all things made this, O Man, for thee, — 

This precious Word, without which who can linoxo 

The wrong from right — said not the wisest so ? 



28 INTELLECTUAL PEOPLE. 

Said not the sage by whom was Plato taught, 
God must himself make certain moral thought^ 
By word revealed in some decisive way^ 
JElse^ would the mind no standard fixed obey — 
Else^ woidd the mind^ C07ifused by self-conceit^ 
In no one Master ever deign to meet ; 
But m^any schools would varied notions teach, 
And wrong as right would not infrequent preach. 
Yes, needfid as this precious Word Divine 
Is thus confessed to be, yet " wits benign " 
In these last days incessantly declare 
*' Science is all for which we need to care ; 
That Scripture, or the so-called Word of God, 
Has had its day ! — should rest beneath the sod 
Buried from sight, no more to curse mankind 
With cruel wars and superstitious mincil ; 



CULTURE. 29 

Reason, informed by what may now be known, 

Is all the God that human wit should own. 

If it shall fail us, there 's no other power 

We can avail of any day or hour. 

The Force creating earth and all we see, 

Has no more care for man than for a bee, 

Or flower, or any other living thing — 

To Reason only may we trust and cling. 

All prayers to it shall answered be, 

If clear the answer, wit, perchance, may see : 

All other gods are nought and cannot hear ; 

Nor know, nor care, for either smile or tear. 

We live and die no wiser than the dog ; 

If aught 's beyond, it is a dismal fog. 

The soul 's a myth^ the supernatui-al, sham ! 

Sin never could, or will, or ought to damti / 



30 INTELLECTUAL PEOPLE. 

But, if there is a soul, which liveth on, 
'T will have a bod}^, with itself as one : 
We need not care about that future, noio / 
Of this life only do we really know" 
So prates " great Learning ; " writes the same ; 
Without remorse, or any blush of shame ! 
These writings circulate, are widely read^ 
And many blight, to Christian teaching bred. 

So goes the times, by Culture thus reformed^ 
Of pious living none too well informed ! 
Where it will end, whose vision can perceive ? 
How much the prospect should all thinkers grieve ! 
Since natural law doth not oft make for rights 
But fosters wrong from tyranny of might! 
When Scripture fails to work its truths on man, 



CULTURE. 31 

And he exclaims, " Belieye it, ye who can ; " 
Then lives as though no such a Word there is, 
The saddest fate must .come to him and his ! 
The punishment is sure for who deny 
Their Lord and Master, and his truth defy. 
Their fall, like Ltccifer, will be so low 
And everlasting, they will cry, *' Ah, woe! 
Great woe is mine, yet, is there no relief; 
Christ will not pardon us this sin in chief, — 
Dread blasphemy/ that deadliest of wrongs 
To hell, and heU alone^ of right belongs." 
Such, drifting are, on Cultures vicious tide, 
Far, far away, from where they should abide — 
Fast by the oracles of God whose will 
Therein is dear^ while Nature baffles still 1 
Is it for this — this reckless unbelief, 



32 INTELLECTUAL PEOPLE. 

This overwhelming, bitter, co7istant grief. 

That mental training is so freely given 

*' To help us here, and on, if there 's a heaven? " 

How blessed are any, or for heaven meet, 

Who only learn what fosters self-conceit ! 

Who say ' ' mankind have outgrown God in Christ ; " 

That " truth alone in Nature doth consist; ** 

Who mostly live a sensual, selfish life, 

Ready in courts a disputant to knife ; 

Though just his cause, and worthy of success. 

Yet, must he lose it — Law, the wiliest bless ! 

Oh, when will God the selfish human heart 
Which wit combines, inspire to nobler part? 
When shall the weak securely hold their own 
Against all power, even to the throne ? 



CULTURE. 53 

That time is coming, it is drawing near ; 

Chi'ist, as is promised, soon will reappear, 

To judge the Devil, and who sing his praise, 

Content to pass in serving him their days. 

When Christ on earth shall reign He wall proclaim 

Justice for all who love His holy name. 

Satan confined, the wretches of his sway 

Will slink, as darkness from the light, away ; 

Millennial peace and joy will be for those 

Who do not Christ, in any sense, oppose : 

With Him in power, the sinful will not dare, 

To injure whom the Saviour's love doth share. 

Laugh you at this ? ye demons in the flesh ! 

Whom God permits his servants to enmesh 

By sorrows many, through your carnal lives 



34 INTELLECTUAL PEOPLE. 

And much good fortune, which advantage gives - 
Laugh you at this, indeed? Prepare to see 
God's word fulfilled — at every line — of thee. 
The wicJced, it is writ, will cursed remain, 
This life their portion, endless death their gain ! 
Think you, the glorious Christ will fail to give 
Their due reward to those who disbelieve 
In Him as Saviour, Prophet, Lord, and Friend? 
Hath He not said how such hase souls shall end ? 
Culture, indeed ! — what wisdom should delight 
The Son of God, denying Him his right? 
What human wit, however grand its range. 
May in the Word one single purpose change ? 
And if that wit be dead in unbeliefs 
What more can Christ accord, than deepest grief? 
Better by far, if Culture gwes away 



CULTURE. 35 

The souls of those which are for vain display, 
To doubt and disbelief in Holy Writ, — 
Better, indeed, they'd never known it, 
Better by far these souls had ne'er been born, 
Than on the rack of Christ's displeasure torn ! 
True wisdom is to firmly stand for Him, 
And shun those studies which such light will dim : 
They lead to thinking, that will profit naught, — 
Confused, uncertain, ay, and evil thought ; 
To doubts of God, of everything tmseen, 
To picturing all things, simply, as a dream ; 
But, if by Christ we stand, as Master, Friend^ 
We know how life began, how it will end ; 
We know how we should live to peaceful die ; 
How, on Christ's word, we ever may rely ; 
We kindly think of every one who strives 



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On Holy Writ, to squarely base their lives ; 

We seek to aid them hold the faith professed ; 

To serve them when, b}' unkind fortune, pressed. 

One Lord we have, a Master we revere, 

Whose cause we love^ and have at heart most near ; 

Such is a brotherhood worth all the fame 

The learned in doubt, maj^ gather, as a name — 

Vast in the knowledge of the ways to draw 

Many to science from God's written Law : 

But, who may sneer, at Christian faith shall feel 

No joy in that^ but rather woe than weal. 

From such we turn — how cultured thej^ may be — 
As Satan's own, averse, O Lord, to thee. 
Yes, intellectual people ! who should raise 
All social, business life, to Scripture praise, 



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In numbers large use all the means they can 

To curse with vanity the creature, man ! — 

To set him up above where he should rise ; 

On Reason perched, disputing with the skies — 

Believing, yet, he will out-measure all 

Therein that 's grand, which natural laws we call ; 

Though, ignorant still, how these creations came, — 

The simplest, even, puts his wit to shame ! 

Sad, sad it is, such numbers lead the way 

To boastful Reason's stupid, godless sway ! 

This bad example tells upon the crowd, 

Who, in their turn, of unbelief are proud ; 

Doubting of all the senses can't discern. 

With Holy Writ they won't themselves concern. 

Yet, could these see, in those who ever stand 

High as to wit, and high, too, in command, 



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A tone and temper in accord with Christ, 
The good examine few would e'er resist. 
Whom fortune phices far above the mass, 
Are watched b}^ these, a most observing class ; 
And, as their leaders and their patterns go, 
So will the}' follow — be it weal or woe ! 
Important much it is, whom God has given 
Good wit and culture to prepare for heaven, 
That they should not mistake their duty so, 
In other ways than Christian paths to go — 
Drawn off by vagaries, not unlike some dream, 
To bide with those, who make tJiemselves supreme 
Who, 'gainst the oracles of God, declare, 
Upon Him waging an eternal war I 
That is a culture false, which wrecks the faith 
In Jesus Christ— his birth, his life and death ; 



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Whate'er we kuow, we Ve little learned, indeed, 
If we know not, how much this Guide we need. 
Wisdom from science may delight our pride ; 
But peace, alone, the Saviour can provide, — 
That moral certainty, He taught, as God ; 
In whom we rise, triumphant from the sod. 



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AUTHORSHIP. 

As once I sat beside a beauteous stream 
Where poets came to idle and to dream, 
Far from the city's hum, the city's crimes, 
So manifold in these blasphemous times, 
There walked one near of prepossessing air. 
With dark prophetic eyes and flowing hair, 
Whom well I knew, and beckoned to my side. 
Where sat he down, to ease and I, allied. 
Some pleasant chat we had. 'Twas then he chose 
To speak of authorship and author's woes : 
So I, well pleased, encouraged the discourse, 
Which he began with earnestness and force : 
* ' Of all the vile and dirty work that 's done 
Beneath the rays of yon all-glorious sun. 



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AUTHORSHIP. 41 

The pen and those who wield its * magic power * 
Excel in wickedness through every hour. 
What I essay will be to clearly show 
Wherein the blessing, and wherein the woe, 
Which springs, alike, from labors of the quill 
So many venture, and so few with skill. 
When, in my youth, I looked upon this life, 
And saw few friendships unassailed by strife, 
I turned to those who through the pen would say 
Such noble thoughts, I longed to be as they; 
I longed to write, to live, to think for all ; 
To feel, in Truth, I had a special call, — 
To plead for her, to champion all her ways, 
And pass in joy the balance of my days. 
Unto this cause I gave my mind and heart, 
Hoping to play a noble champion's part : 



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* Naught low, or meau, or useless would I give 

To feed the public that I, toO; might live. 

The sea of trash which surged within my view 

Much did I loathe, and its base authors, too : 

The soul of honor in the trust I bore. 

This stench of wit I could not but abhor. 

My spirit seemed to wing its flight to God, 

And I would tread where onl}^ Right had trod ! 

I wrote what pleased me, what I thought was well, — • 

I struck for heaven, as opposed to hell. 

Full of the spirit of an honest pride 

In that sweet truth for which I could have died, 

I sought the pubUshers to aid my cause ; 

But they, enslaved by self and selfish laws, 

Could not do much for ' authors little known,' 



IIow well might be what frona their brains bad flown. 



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They said that ' they were full/ and sent me where 

Some other pubs like fulness would declare : 

My thoughts, ambition, hopes were naught to these 

Nor cared they me in any sense to please. 

I must a name acquire^ then, they would saj', 

' Welcomed art thou, we like j^ou much, jom pay; * 

But for that name they would not stir a peg. 

E'en though I kissed their hand, or knew to beg. 

I felt repulsed when I would do a good ; 

It stirred my ire and it boiled my blood. 

Despite, howe'er, the usage I received, 

O'er which the sensitive are often grieved, 

I quietly reviewed these little men ; 

And smaller even seem they now than then — 

The smallest of the small, indeed, are they. 

Whose maxim is — * print nonsense if 't will pay. ' 



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** Yes, in my youth, while yet by fancy led 

To think all fair whose writings fairly read, 

I deemed that authorship was truth itself — 

A mine of Pleasure's richest, purest pelf. 

But * distance lends enchantment to the view, 

And robes the mountains in their azure hue ; ' 

It gives to Letters a deceptive smile, 

And cloaks in beauty what, too oft, is vile. 

Now, young no longer, and no longer blind, 

I see all life with clear, unclouded mind ; 

Knowing most teachers of mankind to be 

As mean, vindictive, as we care to see ; 

Wliile those who publish that which tliey may 

write, 
By practice sharp, to bitter thoughts incite ; 



4nd these two forces, leagued in ' Truth* s behrdf,' 



AUTHORSHIP. 45 

Oft lack the worth of some fat kicking calf. 

Yet do the public, by these angels taught, 

Rarely consider but the book that 's bought ; 

If it is pleasing, all the wrong behind 

Is quite unheeded b}^ the reader's mind. 

So has it been, so will it ever be, 

While those who read continue not to see 

The channels whence to them instruction flows — 

The arts of publishers, the author's woes ! 

'' Would readers, students, only nurse a pride 

In having Bight o'er authorship preside. 

The souls which live to send their thoughts to them 

Through publishers, might less the trade condemn : 

And yet, I grieve to say, I am not sure 

If every friend to genius, Letters, swore 



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To read no books which came not from a press, 

Whence came not, also, wailings of distress, — 

I am not sure, I saj', that this would gain 

For Justice more than kindly aid in vain ! 

The traders who have drank from author's skull, 

Since books were made, their costly wine in full, 

Will ever strive, I fear, to drink so still — 

With tliem *s the power, with them ^s the wicked will ! 

Some think it right to do what they ma}^ please, — 

An author's interest it is fair to squeeze ; 

And, as he can't be circulated well 

Without some publisher his worth to tell, 

He must submit to what these sharpers do, — 

Those who demur are ' the superior few ; ' 

He must submit to what may be their whim ; 

Cheat or no cheat, they are of need to him. 



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Yet, are there publishers, whose sense of right 
Is active ever, and their dealings straight ; 
They know an author has an author's pride, 
And with all wits their profits fair divide. 
Yet, it is true, O Letters, all supreme ! 
Honor with thee is often but a dream : 
Conceived in fraud, and frequent born in shame, 
What hast thou but a most unsavor}^ name ? 
Thou teachest strangely what is love and truth, 
To nurse the virtue which may be in youth, 
While, in the mysteries that breed thy life, 
There 's little else than mean, disgusting strife ! 
So that, to write as one would write, and be 
Uncurbed bj^ those who 'd not have genius free, 
There oft should be unto the author's name 
The means to print, as he may nobly aim. 



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A curse are they with moral sense so small 
They '11 print, no matter what, but make the call, 
(E'en though the taste is bad as bad can be,) 
To nurture sin and weaken, Virtue, thee. 
Go through the bookstores, lay your hand about, 
Pick up a book, and ten to one it 's stout 
In merest nothings, and the money paid 
Is thrown away by boy, or man, or maid. 
To making books there surely is no end ; 
"While truth and sense are on their last defend. 
Most men who publish are a worldly crew ; 
Will give you poison, if naught else will do ; 
Debauch your taste, lay waste your heart and mind, 
And all for money ! — this it is we find 
The why and wherefore of the trash on sale, 
Before which sights the bravest hearts will pale. 



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How can it be that those whom God has given 
Inventive wit, which dares its flights to heaven ; 
Will prostitute its powers to get in print, 
That sin may revel in its darksome tint, — 
To please those publishers whose evil wants 
Demean the pens, which that desired grants. 

" There are who write what none could ever read 

Without acquiring some goodly seed, — 

Something to plant within their souls to bloom, 

Dispelling somewhat of Life's shades and gloom ; 

Yet, are they told, ' their writings will not go, — 

That sales, if any, would be only slow : ' 

They should their minds and conscience trim to suit 

The taste, the fancy, of some human brute ; 

Or, write for those whose simpering, mincing waj^s 



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Forbid them books intelligent to praise ; 
But, love-sick twaddle and the passion's glow 
Is what they favor, all they wish to know ; 
Some vicious Nana, or, a tale like this. 
Is what will suit the master and the miss. 
If there are those who love to spend their days 
(Deemed to be geniuses) for such to praise, 
I envy not the fame that 's so acquired ; 
By me such praise could never be desired. 

" Who dare in verse to cast the laws of things, 
To tell of Nature and the forms she brings ; 
To picture forth the secrets of her fame. 
Their perfect concord with the Christian name, 
Yet sees such works, conceived with purpose high, 
Which teaches how to live and how to die. 



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Neglected, as a labor for an age 
When trash and humbug may not be the rage ; 
Obliged to wait till comes that welcomed day 
When ' what is sounds to publish theii will pay ; * 
Obliged to wait while jackdaws flap their wings, 
And all cry out ' What lovely darling things ! ' — 
May well express some sorrow deep to find 
So given much, to trifling things, the mind. 
Whose is the life which could be better spent, 
Than on such works, on truths so needed bent? 
What poet writes the nonsense of the heart. 
Who should precedence take of them in Art ? 
They who aspire, through verse, to give to God 
As real a presence as the green grass sod ; 
While shallow poets but rehash the song 
Of love, and all its self-same stories long. 



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Well, these can wait, and if, perchance, they live 
Beyond this life (as I will e'er believe). 
Well will it please them from their spirit home. 
To see on earth the time for them has come, 
When men and women will their works desire 
To read with care, as they to thought retire ; 
Which treat of matters that should pleasure all. 
And from misuse of life each reader call : 
Revealing truths, whence lasting interest flows, 
Whence, true delight, because of what one hiov3s ; 
Whence, oft misfortune, may assuage its grief, 
And find in age or youth, to tears, relief 
Through God in nature, which around us lies, 
Whose beauty lights the earth and spans the skies.* 
So spoke the poet, sadness in his eyes 
From deep emotion, feelings some despise, — 



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Those heartless worldlings who can never know 
A. poet's passions and a poet's woe. 
He spoke and paused, and then began again ; 
Thus ran his speech in clear and earnest strain : 
" Once, on a time, I went for generous aid 
To one who dealt in verse — a godless trade ! 
Through him and him alone my hope must be 
Of getting readers for my poetry. 
' The verse was clever, subject fresh and new,' 
But from my pen the Muses would not do ; 
* I had no fame,' enough were famous now, 
Who wore the bays upon their saintly brow. 
And so, this keeper of the keys in Art 
Poetic, playing an exalted part, 
With face so hairy, full, and round, and fair, 
And step so ligh.t, and manners free from care ; 



5-4 INTELLECTUAL PEOPLE. 

With speech so soft and gentle, one would say, 
He rarely sought, or seemed to want his way — 
This smooth-tongued beauty of a certain set, 
Who think in verse their genius should be pet, 

Said to me softly, and in dulcet strain, 
' To print 3'oar works would be to us no gain ; 
We have enough to do for those who write 
For polished tastes, alone, and minds polite.' 
But said I then, ' You will your imprint lend? ' 
' That, sir,' said Beauty, ' we do not extend 
Bej'ond the works we rightly call our own ; 
No sooner published than they well are known.' 
'T was, now, I looked in Beauty's gentle eyes, 
And saw them full of just such kind of lies. 
I said no more, but went upon my way, 
Smiling to think what little things will pay. 



AUTHORSHIP. 55 

The public ran for him^ because, his art 
Of clever humbug seemed to touch its heart ; 
But, could it know him as he knew himself, 
Or, as God saw him with his fame and pelf; 
Or, as some knew him through their common sense, 
'T would say, * Thou whited sepulchre. Oh, hence ! 
Out of my sight that other sights than thee 
May come to comfort and to solace me.' 
How such a fellow could position gain, 
Which gives the bit to genius and the rein ; 
Commands the friendship of that brilliant mind. 
Who painted Nature with a heart so kind ; 
Whose novels sparkle with deific power. 
In characters we meet through everj^ hour — 
How such as ^e — a soul all dead to truth 
Except what served him and his own, forsooth — 



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Could get and heep the place he chanced to fill. 
Is not explained — it is a puzzler still. 
But oft it happens in the ways of life, 
A harlot passes for a virtuous wife ; 
Through art, by art, these wonders are attained 
And so by art this darling fellow reigned 
An autocrat ; yet, in those realms beyond 
Whence he has gone, from patrons over fond, 
There shall he stand, unmasked^ a little thing, 
To whom so many would sweet offerings bring. 

'^ When, in my youth, and rosy seemed my way, 
And authorship a pleasure that would pay, 
I plumed my wing to soar with Truth alone, 
My conscience ever healthy in its tone, 
Oh, how I revelled in that bUss so svreet, 



AUTHORSHIP. 67 

Which waits on Ignorance's misguiding feet ! 

But abject quillmen of time-serving wit, 

For dirt}' jobs in Letters onl}- fit, 

Have stayed my dreaming and its pleasures sweet — 

Authors now seem the meanest men I meet. 

A few there are whose virtues keep them true 

To what, O Father ! thou wouldst have them do ; 

But most who write for publishers and bread, 

Alike to honor as to truth are dead ! 

As clay, within the potter's hand, they yield ; 

Assume such shapes adapted to their fields 

And to the Shylocks of the paj'ing press, 

Who, wanton-like, love artifice in dress. 

All hail ! ye trimmers of an art divine. 

Who prize so highly works you claim as thine ; 

Yes, thine alone^ not borrowed ov purloined ; 



58 INTELLECTUAL PEOPLE. 

But from your brain by honest method coined, — 
All liail ! I sa}', so dove-tailed and secure, 
So sweetly winning and so saintly pure — 
Your compact is a thing so shorn of man^ 
Let those fall down and worship you who can ; 
There are who will not praise what they despise, 
Though others may the same thing dearly prize, 
And read the nonsense you combine to print 
In folios countless, with no wish to stint ; 
But would you stint in this^ yet, liberal where 
A generous act would make some life more fair, 
That they could praise, and much admire, too ; 
That they could credit, cheerfully, to you. 
But, say, O Authors ! ye of fair renown, 
Brimful of nonsense from your feet to crown ; 
Oh, say, if those who run the press through thet 



AUTHORSHIP. 59 

Seem to delight in paying you your fee : 

Do they not cheat you when the chance is theirs ? 

Are they much mindful of your pressing cares ? 

Would they a tear drop o'er your pleading grave, 

When there you lie, a broken-hearted brave — 

' Knight of the quill,' who drove it them to please. 

To give them capital and much of ease ? 

If tears they shed, 'twould be that no more thou 

Could at their bidding make the ready bow, 

And put thy wit in such desired dress 

As would their coffers fill, their self-love bless : 

Such crocodilic grief the gods behold 

As wits reward in this vainglorious world. 

The man of genius, if he wield the pen, 

Too oft 's the sport of base designing men : 

Had he the means to print, as he would write, 



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N *er subject to another's oversight, 
There would to hiru be left a name to prize, 
Worth)' of love in his all-seeing ej-es. 
But, as the trade goes on like any trade, 
And books for money mostly now are made, 
The crowd of authors will their stomachs fill, 
E'en at the cost of flooding earth with ill ; 
Their conscience is a thing of plastic kind ; 
So good or evil streams from out their mind 
As it mfxy pay, or publishers demand — 
Such writers take they freely by the hand. 
Well, let them take ; the devil knows his own, 
And wits are devilish which to this have grown. 
Yet, praised be God, some in the Pen delight 
Who will not flourish by ignoring Right ; 
Nor seek to prosper by a pregnant knee, 



AUTHORSHIP. 61 

Crooked but for thrift — a fat though Christless fee : 

These do not take to dark, ignoble ways, 

To money get by courting vulgar praise ; 

They were not born to be the slaves of sense, 

And sell their souls for shillings, pounds, or pence ; 

They are the enemies to knaves and sin. 

Nor plaudits loud by favoring wrong would win. 

As goes the custom in this ' art divine,* 

Money secures most any sort of line ! 

Which flatters follies, what is good strikes down, 

Scornful of those who on such baseness frown. 

" I can but pity and despise the life 

Which falls so readily beneath the strife 

Of wrong with right, of shame with honor's pride. 

And all for name on Fame's incoming tide. 



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Give me that soul, which, graced with rarest gifts. 

Rises to God — to Him his creatures lifts ; 

Spurning the paeans of a faithless crowd 

Which for its favorites daily shout aloud — 

That soul I love, that soul can trusted be ; 

That soul, O Father, is beloved by thee ! 

That soul would authorship make sound and pure. 

And as Sir Walter would not e'er endure 

A word which, dying, it could wish to blot — 

This was the standard of the pen of Scott ; 

This is the standard which alone can give, 

To high-toned genius any wish to live. 

The literary sculpins then would cease ; 

These graceless creatures no more could increase ; 

And time not distant would behold them all 

^Extinguished fully, past, perhaps, recall. 



AUTHORSHIP. 63 

Oh, haste that time, that happ}^ time v/hen trash 
Will cease to please, or largely ' draw the cush ; ' 
When verse no longer shall mere lies convey. 
To please the fanc}', vulgar passions sway ; 
When genius shall to truth be true as steel, 
Though lightl}' loved, and scanty be its meal. 
What's worth the praise, what 's worth the cursed 

gold 
Of those who buy you — to their purpose sold ! 
Teach them to know, you '11 write to make \o\\v mark 
Onl}" as conscience fans Ambition's spark ; 
That what you write shall be what all may read. 
Nor lose their time, nor morals make to bleed. 
The vain, time-serving Authors of the day. 
But fool their own and other lives away. 
If in the pulpit they may chance to be, 



64 INTELLECTUAL PEOPLE. 

They '11 put, Jehovah, outrage near to Thee ; 

With no religion but the love of praise, 

No work 's too dirty if 't will plaudits raise. 

If goes this on, with it will go the right 

Which Freedom snatched from out the grasp of 

Might ; 
The right to govern self, to be a man ; 
To think, to act, on one's own chosen plan. 
A Press debauched by wits because it joays, 
Must bring to speedy close these prosperous daj'S. 
Nations deca}^ when genius won't aspire. 
To check the people in each mean desire. 
Where it unites with them in sordid life, 
Comes havoc quickly on the wings of strife ; 
And throats are cut as pastime for a mob 
Which gloats o'er blood, and laughs to hear the sob. 



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My heart is sad, my spirit chafes to see 
What maj' proceed from authorship and thee, 
When ' pens employed ' write only of what sells, 
Ignoring Conscience, which 'gainst this rebels." 
Thus spoke the poet as his eyes flashed fire, 
And lashed his soul b}^ proud and honest ire. 
He paused a moment, then went on to say 
More of the subject in his former way : 
"Wherein the blessing and wherein the woe 
From quillmen's labors, I 've proposed to show. 
Blessed are those authors and those readers, too, 
Whose books delight, yet never injure you. 
There are not many of this class who gain 
Distinguished honor in a world so vain ; 
Yet, they who '11 follow these and cheer them on, 
Will keep those ways where love is surely won ; 



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Those "wa^'s of pleasantness, those paths of peace. 
Where kincllj- thoughts and kindly acts increase ; 
Where the deep sorrows of an evil life 
Are all unknown with its malignant strife. 
Herein is blessed who reads a v/it so given, 
Who 'd have us know, while 3'et on earth, of heaven ; 
Who'd plume our minds and hearts to mount to 

God, 
To bear with patience his chastising rod ; 
Who 'd have us prize the beautiful in all. 
And at Truth's shrine in bending posture fall ; 
Who 'd teach us how to live, and how to die ; 
To love our Maker, naught in Him decry, 
E'en though with tears he floods our dail}^ bread ; 
Yet, will such authors, by God's spirit led 
Keep us to Him who chastens those he loves, 



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Yet ne'er forsakes his suffering, pleading doves. 
This is that genius whose delightful power 
Can bless with peace when saddest is the hour : 
Go to its works, and from their fountains draw 
That life of Truth which honors Christian law. 
Such mind, in whatsoever art it lives, 
More in the right than in the wrong believes ; 
And rarely can be led to waste its powers, 
As on the desert air, the sweets of flowers. 
If those have lived whose large, surprising wit. 
Has run in ways for virtuous minds unfit, — 
If such there are in authorship to-day. 
Who public morals strive to waste away. 
They are exceptions which we must deplore. 
And strive to lessen., not increase the score. 
The soul which feels its might and knows its reach, 



68 INTELLECTUAL PEOPLE. 

Is seldom apt the false and vain to teach ; 
Its spirit, sympathetic with the true, 
Creates such love of God, such love of you, 
That when instruction it essays to give, 
Truth and its beauties must conspicuous live 
In all it writes for keenest public eye. 
That it may peaceful be, and calmly die. 
Herein the blessing is of those who rate 
As Authors, Artists, and esteemed as great. 
If they are faithful to the trust that 's given 
By will of high and holy watchful heaven, 
The}^ must secure a flattering praise of earth. 
When steadfast seen to everlasting truth ! 
Such are the blessings which from Genius flow ; 
Now we will see what writers breed of woe. 



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" Impelled b}' vanity to fame achieve, 
In speed to gain it, the}' alone believe ; 
They sbarplj' watch the currents of the time, 
Where fioat the public^ with its follies, crime ; 
And with these currents the}- will drift along, 
To each false taste and habit weave their song. 
The}^ do not, will not seek to these oppose ; 
They '11 chick weed give, if undesired the rose ; 
They '11 dose their readers with conceits so mean. 
That nothing good, proceeds therefrom, nor clean. 
The}' do not aim the twig to bend aright. 
Hence, grows the tree unpleasant to the sight ; 
Exhaling poison, as the upas, round, — 
That moral poison which in books abound. 
Yet, though an author does in fact no harm, 
Is flat and witless, neither cold nor warm, 



70 INTELLECTUAL PEOPLE. 

Vending such manuscript as ma}' be read 
To no advantage to tlie lieart or head, 
But taken in where brains are thought to lie, 
There float about amusement to supply, — 
If such the worthless fruit his pen may bear, 
Useless his life with all its work and care ! 
The drayman or the bootblack far excel 
Such public servants in the cause of well. 
A highly polished boot, a loaded team, 
Is something more than ecstasies, a dream. 
We pa^' these workers, in return we gain 
Substantial service, not a reading vain ; 
Theirs is a life more worthy to be praised 
Than godless authors bj^ ambition crazed ; 
And even genius, when it writes on call 
What must good taste and pious minds appall 



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All these stand forward willingly to saj^ 
By pen and ink whatever 's seen to pci^/ 
Then to the press their ' taking wit * present — 
The veriest twaddle Culture could invent. 
But what surprises most is how ihej live 
Upon the public, the}^ such nonsense give : 
Yet, when 'tis seen what far too often draws, 
And that ' the drama's patrons make its laws,' 
Should it surprise us much that authors thrive 
With marked success in keeping t7'ash alive ? 
This is a sorrow no one will denj^ ; 
All feel its pressure, some from it would fly ; 
Yet, habit is all potent through the world, 
Among the young, the middle age, the old ; 
If used to authorship that points not high, 
These lose the relish for a better tie. 



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So, wallowing in the mire of reading much, 
While learning little from the pens of such^ 
Their lives in error drag of ever}^ kind, 
I>3* courting authors of ungodl}' mind, 
Rather than those who are to conscience bound. 
Pure in their habits, in their teachings sound. 

" The young of either sex will spend their dimes 
On authors writing only for the times. 
But with remorse pursuing all their days — 
Hating these ' wretches' once they loved to praise. 
I 'vc seen the fairest faces, fairest forms. 
The gentlest spirit which affection warms. 
Given to reading what never should be writ, 
To demons grow, for evil onh* fit ! 
Religion's sense, without which none can be 



AUTHORSUIP. 73 

Trusted by any — from suspicion free — 

Was lost to them by hooks which bid them do 

Whatever their passions lead them to pursue. 

Imposing no restraints, these works so bad 

May for a price in many stores be had ; 

The booksellers, the publishers, combine 

A paying trade to drive in an}^ line. 

Which authors follow for their sin-cursed bread, 

While vast the crowd by their conceits misled. 

The pulpit sees the moral wrecks I see. 

But powerless it is, and so will be. 

To save these readers from those well-laid snares 

The Atheist and Infidel prepares. 

That ' solid piety ' the goion should plant 

Within the soul — ■ its great eternal want — 

It fails of doing through scholastic pride, 



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So far from Christ, who for us humbly died. 
Why does it not its teachings make ' to tell/ 
And save to heaven what is lost in hell ? 
It fails in this, because so weak in faith, 
Whilst running dogmas fairly out of breath. 
Ah, would it but believe in its discourse, 
In clean white neckties given oft with force ; 
Would it but second heartily who try 
To live like honest men, and nobly die ; 
Would it inspire the trust that what is taught 
Is really that the H0I3' Spirit wrought ; 
Yes, e'en the trust ; it might some souls reclaim, 
Which reckless authorship has sunk in shame ! 
But failing, thus, in bringing these to God, 
While glibly talking of His wrath and rod. 
How can humanit}^ with Life's large load. 



AUTHORSHIP. 75 

Which bears them down at every inch of road, 

And heavier is in Christian circles found, — 

How can they feel a sense of love profound? 

How ca7i they or, the ' unbelieving damned * 

Who '11 not plaT/ Christian — by too many shammed -^ 

How can these minds, I say, get much relief 

By airy doctrines merely of belief ? 

Let but the pulpit and the heari conform 

To that sweet Christ who stilled the raging storm, 

Persuade by loving deeds, 7iot tal/c alone, 

Religion thus would gain a higher tone 

In dress and manners, and in action true 
To that professed, Jehovah, as from you. 
The charm of love but give to what is pure 
And Christian-like, — we then may hear no more 
Against the Bible, as a heavenly guide, 



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The good man's solace and the good man's pride ! 
This is the volume which, believed, can raise 
Authors and Authorship to worthier praise. 
I have no patience with those trifling minds, 
Which, in a fling, mean pleasure often finds ; 
False in Science, in Philosoph)^ the same, 
With no religion but the love of fame ; 
Proud of the bravo of a Skeptic's sneer ; 
Of God nor devil, nor of man, no fear — 
Their hopes, their pleasures by this life are bound, 
Because unconscious of a higher ground. 
These are the readers of, who ' liberal write ; * 
Whose virtue 's easy, and whose pen is spite ; 
Working against whatever Christian claim. 
May be set up in Morals* holy name. 
But conscience outraged by their wish to be 



AUTHORSHIP. 77 

Without command, blessed God from Thee ! — 
That they may live a life to evil given, 
And mock conditions to the joys of heaven, 
Will rise in awful majest}^ at last, 
With stern reproaches for the errors past, 
To strike them as John Wilmot felt its blow, 
The Earl of Rochester — that man of woe ; 
Or, as have inilUons sneering in their strength, 
Come to embrace the Christian faith at length. 
So may it be, with those who now emploj^ 
Their every power, to this faith destroy ; 
Yet, all their wit, and all it may essay 
Can't wipe this comfort from the world awa}" ; 
Which Addison sustained, as friends stood by, 
When, said he, see how those in Christ can die. 
I say that books and Authors not in tune 



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With Holy Writ — this ever priceless boon — 

Infest the earth with woes that ruin more 

Than years could number, or than hands could score. 

Then, is the duty plain, to clean the press ; 

To read no books which curse^ but never bless I 

A man of genius is a man of stealth, 

If Morals fail, beneath his touch, in health ; 

And if the public know its interests true, 

*T will bid such geniuses a long adieu. 

"Now, have I spoken, how are blessed or cursed, 

Those formed by Letters and in Authors versed ; 

Nor have I been, ambiguous, but plain, 

Which suits not some whose ways are dark and vain. 

The error of too many pens is this — 

They '11 tell a truth, as babes will give a kiss ; 



AUTHOiisnip. 79 

So delicate and weak they lay it on, 

That little else than waste of time is won. 

Truth is a force that needs a fearless soul 

To give it play, that it may get control. 

The silvery tongue which melts through music's 

strains 
The ic}^ heart, where nothing warm obtains, 
Is well enough, its work is done with grace, 
Among the righteous we assign it place. 
But there are pens which will not softly state 
The errors loathed, and which the}^ would abate : 
What'er is mean and false, thej^ '11 surely slay ; 
Nor stop to ask, if strikes like this will pay. 
Yet, these are few — who like them not can go 
Fast in those ways which leadeth on to woe ; 
But they will stand where safe, sure footing is, 



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To conscience true, the highest source of bliss ! 
Oft are they told when writing to be read, 
' Thej^ should take care, how what the}- think is said ; 
Yet, care the}' nothing but for what the}' know, 
Out of their hearts and earnest spirits flow. 
If called hard names and pelted, too, with snee7's 
By loft}' self-conceit, which coarse appears, 
They grieve to see what manners e'en obtain 
With those of ra?ik in Culture's motley train ; 
Creatures who've managed to acquire note. 
And would all others with reluctance quote ; 
Assured that they, and they cdo?ie should sway. 
Not letters merely, but in every way ! 
One can but smile at culture such as this, 
While tempted much the vulgar thing to hiss. 
And now, my friend— if friend indeed thou art — 



AUTHORSHIP. gl 

Ere yet I close, and sunset beams depart, 

I'll say, think only Authors serve thee loell, 

AV^ho have a conscience over that they sell ; 

Remember, Authorship 's a noble Art, 

The mind should strengthen, grace with truth the 

heart ; 
If this it fails to do. Oh, strike it down ! 
And heaven will bless thee, will thy virtue crown." 

So spoke the Poet ; as he rose to go, 
I said, " Do stay, nor leave a brother so ; 
For are we not akin to all that 's pure. 
To all that's worthy of the mind to store? 
Discourse again ; I think you 've more to say ; 
Come, sit you down, and give your thoughts ful] 
play." 



82 INTELLECTUAL PEOPLE. 

The Poet yielded —thus, his verses ran, 
Freely and clear, as when he first began ; 
' What do we see so far in Culture's fields, 
Which to our hearts o'er much of pleasure yields ? 
Methinks there 's more, far more to pain the sight 
Than glad it with the happy sense of Right ; 
Methinks there 's more, far more to have us say. 
Fame's thorny path is much too mean a way. 
There are who think that those to Science given, 
Have here on earth, a foretaste sweet of heaven ; 
And that companionship with such must be 
A near approach, beloved God, to Thee. 
In this, again, 't is distance that deceives. 
And robes ball mountains in a dress of leaves ; 
Misleads those minds but little up in lore, 
The famed in learning almost to adore. 



AUTHORSHIP. 83 

But those who know them well, their ways so vain, 

From gushing praise will labor to refrain ; 

Their moral sense is often near to shred, 

And Cometh so in getting daily bread. 

Thus, life is seen ; as others they must do ; 

Talk science up e'en while deluding you. 

As Doctors, Lawyers, other astute things 

Whose stay on earth unnumbered curses brings ; 

As Artisans, or what not, they contrive 

Smart tricks and falsehoods through each day to 

drive ; 
Science with them, is < how to make a pile,* 
By means we see, too often are most vile. 
The more they know, the more they seem to try, 
Their way through life by subtle shams to buy ; 
They '11 figure so, that none but tliey can gain, 



84 INTELLECTUAL PEOPLE. 

While those ' done ' by them, plead their woes in 

vain. 
Go where you will, look where you may, you'll find 
That science, mostly, adamants the mind. 
Its sweet affections, and its native truth 
(Which may have blessed the hours of playful youth) 
Is chilled to death ; and subject to this guide. 
It heartless floats along life's inky tide. 
Get knowledge ? Yes ; that is the cry around ; 
Be up in all things, in our ears resound ; 
Invade the planets and the nebulae. 
Look into all things, see what you can see ; 
Deny that God exists ; say, Man 's from Ape, 
And give to morals any kind of shape ; 
Learn but to doubt, though doubt not you may rise, 
Far more than others to be noted wise j 



AUTHORSHIP. 

Let shrewdness mark each action of your life ; 
In science's cause, engage in dail}- strife ; 
Be prudent of thy gold, on friends impose, 
In all then- business stick your sapient nose ; 
And you shall rank among those ' able minds,' 
To whom sweet Nature, all her stores unbinds. 
Delightful creatures ! Ah, what should we do 
Without 3^our wisdom and your ' virtue^' too ; 
What would become of Holy Writ, who knows, 
With you not b}^ to stay its desperate foes ? 
You do so much to favor Christian laio^ 
To forward justice, and to aid the poor ; 
Your scientific facts are so humane, 
For inhumanit}^ we look in vain. 
Ye votaries of science learned therein, 
So cleansed by hioioledge from the love of sin. 



86 INTELLECTUAL PEOPLE. 

Come, tell us who it is that panders so, 
To hideous vice which clouds our world with woe ? 
Who, methods name, b}- which the laws are dodged, 
And vicious wealth in sumptuous style is lodged ? 
Who does all this ? Whence spring the guards which 

save 
Vice from the Law when it the Courts may brave ? 
Can it be science, that meek, honest thing. 
To aid the wicked, plumes its heavenl}' wing? 
Can it be science, that would stoop so low. 
To plunge in error those who strive to know? 
Can it be science, which a mother's milk 
Would stay beneath the fine full flowering silk ? 
Can it be science, which would dye the hair. 
Contrive deceptions with especial care ? 
Can it be science which, in myriad ways, 



AUTHORSHIP. 87 

With follies blight man's swiftly gliding daj's ? 
Ah, 3'es, it is, and pity 't is, 't is true — 
That this, fair Mistress may be said of you ; 
But, not alone dost thoii in meanness deal ; 
For virtue oft, thou wilt exert thy zeal. 
Some noble souls there are by thee inspired, 
Whose love of truth is all to be desired ; 
Faithful to it^ they live and die for Right, 
And those fixed laws revealed by Nature's light ; 
They are the lives without which earth would be 
Cursed with a deeper hate, sweet Christ, of Thee ! 
Would there were hosts of such to crush the sin 
Which Knowledge breeds, to heartless triumphs win ; 
Then would our world believe much more in prayer, 
And in a Father's love, a Father's care : 
Yes, yes, indeed ! — to this I'd swear. 



88 INTELLECTUAL PEOPLE. 

" As I wade through the wickedness of man, 
And see him grasp at evei^ thing he can, 
See him well dressed and fair to look upon, 
B}' whom so much is meanly, basel}' won ; 
Ilead3^ to do lohatever icork vy'dl pay^ 
Lawful or not, through ever}' passing day ; 
Know him in science to be taught aright. 
And with a wit so sprightly- and so bright ; 
Yet, find him given to deception, shams, 
I think how much of human life he damns ! 
Learning is well, but morals do exceed 
All we can learn of value to our need ; 
Culture, to bless, must honest}^ sustain ; 
Stoutly oppose whatever 's false and vain : 
Schools are but hot-beds of incipient vice. 
If honor there, is seen but shrewd device ; 
LofC. 



AUTHORSHIP. 89 

If minds are furnished witti ideas to sway^ 

With but a pinch of morals for the day ; 

If 'getting on ' is all for which they learn, 

For which they sigh, for which they madly burn ; 

On, on, in school, ahead in business life, 

'^Yhetting their wit, as footpads do their knife, 

That, in the conflict of the days to come, 

Their stabs may tell — be sent directl}^ home ; 

Whereas, 't is virtue then should have the rule, 

But fails through weakness bred within the school : 

Cradle of character to one and all, 

As nurtured there, they either stand or fall ; 

As nurtured there, the being winged for flight, 

Rises to naught but ever cheerful light, 

Or, falls where darkness folds the spirit in — 

Those dismal shadows of the demon, sin 1 



90 INTELLECTUAL PEOPLE. 

Then, Culture, if thou wouldst a blessing be, 

Let morals go in firmest bond with thee." 

Here ceased the Poet, and rose again ; 

When, we together walked, where waved the grain, 

With that sweet sympathy of mind with mind, 

Which makes this life so vastly more than kind. 

We strolled admiring all delightful views. 

And quite forgot the city and its news : 

Nature we loved, by her so oft surprised ; 

Her beauties charmed, we ever dearly prized. 

And now, dear reader, unto you I turn, 

Whom I would have of " cultured folks " to learn. 

You've heard the Poet and so, too, have I ; 

You may his teachings for yourself apply. 

Are you displeased because he's spoken true. 



AUTHORSHIP. 91 

And holds things up thus naked to your view ? 

If so you feel, my pit}^ you evoke, 

Since you can't bear an honest artist's stroke ; 

Since you can't bear to see how small a part 

Oft Culture plays, both in its mind and heart. 

"Well, well, I pity youj and hope to hear 

You say in time — " he 's right ; his truths are clear; 

I like his book, so free from flattery, fear." 

And when you see that he has spoken truth, 

By it be guided, if in Age or Youth. 

So live, that when you come to pass away, 

Many there '11 be who 'd gladly have you stay ; 

So live, that God may in your life be seen. 

Whose love will keep your inner self serene. 

Perhaps there are, who may these verses read, 

Will say the Poet stands too much in need 



92 INTELLECTUAL PEOPLE. 

Of skill and polish, to enrapture them^ — 

And so his verse they will at once condemn. 

But sneers and ridicule, who ma}^ escape, 

Who would aright the public conscience shape ? 

Our Poet, 'tis confessed, is '' no great shakes," 

From rigid rules, awaj^ he sometimes breaks ; 

Nor is he what is called a ' ' darling dear ; " 

So sweet, so very sweet, all far and near 

Flock to behold him, and to press his hand -^ 

No, no, such homage he does not command; 

None beg of him a lock of his brown hair ; 

None say they love him, even to despair ; 

None throw their arms about his neck and swoon ; 

Feast on his e3'es from early morn till noon ; 

Yea, — dew}' eve, when twinkling stars shine bright, 

And then is heard " the kiss me, love — good night." 



AUTHORSHIP. 03 

No, no, our Poet 's not " the rage " at all ; 

Few kiss, or care in love with him to fall ; 

Still, he survives it, and will write things down, 

Careless of praise, or who maj- at him frown. 

The friend of Truth, he would have all delight 

In doing wisely from the love of right : 

And if his pen is not exceeding rich 

In " fine conceits," for which the critics itch, 

He could point numbers out they 're wont to praise, 

Whose rhyme nor reason never make " a craze ; '* 

But, so goes life ; some credit get for naughty 

While others good work do, on credit short. 

Now, from me start upon thy mission fair. 
Ye thoughts so true, ye children of my care; 
Whatever fate may on thy flight attend, 



94 INTELLECTUAL PEOPLE. 

The just and righteous will thy cause defend ! 
For it is holy, therefore should prevail ; 
Who may oppose, are given to assail 
Whatever hath a goodly form and tone, — 
They love the devil and his works, alone. 
But all w^ho stand for Christ, in Him delight, 
Oppose the wrong and vindicate the right. 
These verses to His honor have been writ, 
Imperfect though the melody and wit ; 
But if there are, of " greater parts " who shine 
Only in Art, as " beautiful, divine ; " 
Whose morals have no glimmer of the true, 
And God nor Christ embellish what they do, 
But Satan, rather, to their minds and hearts, 
Seems better suited to their lovely Arts, 
Then, it is well, who've any power to give 



AUTHORSHIP. 95 

To Truth and Virtue, that these loves may live, 

Nor be crushed out by EviFs solid train, 

To wield that power, though they wield in vain. 

Nobler *t is to strike, however weak 

The blow that 's given for the good we seek, 

Than, moved by fear, a dumb, dead thing to stand, 

Lest some should jest of Satan's cursed command, 

To see a weakling hitting out for right. 

Willing to fall if worsted in the fight. 

No meaner things are there than those who sneer 

At what they say — "No artists can revere ; 

Because of glaring, painful faults they find," 

While, what is worthy wholly 'scapes their mind. 

Such critics ever are — each age has known 

Their mean injustice and imperial frown. 

Blown up with self-conceit, — mere bags of wind. 



96 INTELLECTUAL PEOPLE. 

Not one in many have an honest mind ; 

But lie in wait, to pester whomsoever, 

May chance to need, good will and fostering care. 

An honest critic with a noble soul 

Is loved, revered, from e'en the pole to pole ; 

But they are rare ; 't is oftener far we see 

The false enthroned, and mean as they can be ; 

Who will say nothing in the way of praise 

Of any writing, be it prose or lays. 

From any motive to be strictl}^ just, — 

The critic will of something else think first. 

What that may be, to guess is nothing hard. 

He would consider the idea — reward ! 

What may advantage him, that will appear 

The thing to do, the unctious motive dear. 

Well, be it so ; these verses which are sent 



AUTHORSHIP. 97 

Among mankind, upon the 7^i>/i«, intent, 
Are so well armed in honesty and vnll. 
They fear no critics, nor from them no ill. 
Eatlier to hearts than heads they make appeal. 
And ask acceptance for their truth and zeaL 



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